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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Steve Hackett,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
Lyres,
Japan,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.