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 Lesotho and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 The Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
Masters at Work,
Sound Behaviour,
Amazonics,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
Can,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.