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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
Icehouse,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
F. McDonald,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
Yaz,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
The Monochrome Set,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
The Motions,
Dark Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Erykah Badu,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.