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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Jacques Brel to the crunk 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
The Busters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Outsiders,
Accadde A,
U.S. Maple,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
Rekid,
Audionom,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
the Germs,
Spandau Ballet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
Metal Thangz,
The Slits,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.