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 Albania and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fortunes to the rock 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
X-102,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
Albert Ayler,
Loose Ends,
The United States of America,
Stetsasonic,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
Henry Cow,
The Wake,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
Fear,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
Sarah Menescal,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.