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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grime 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
ABC,
Bill Near,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
MDC,
Parry Music,
Radio Birdman,
Scratch Acid,
Fear,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.