Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Djibouti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jerry Gold Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Leonard Cohen,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
Roxette,
The Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.