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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
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 Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Moss Icon to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
Half Japanese,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
the Sonics,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
Swans,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deepchord,
Boredoms,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
The Standells,
John Holt,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.