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 Congo and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Raincoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Niagra,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sight & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pretty Things,
Barclay James Harvest,
Franke,
The Count Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
ABBA,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
Sixth Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hashim,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.