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 Ethiopia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
The Residents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
Slave,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
Monks,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.