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 Malta and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
PIL,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
The Index,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops,
Can,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
Monks,
Warsaw,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.