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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Colin Newman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Prince Buster,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
Shoche,
10cc,
Subhumans,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
The Move,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
Monks,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Fear,
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
Nas,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.