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 Hungary and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Los Fastidios to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Neu!,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
New Order,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
The Saints,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
Donny Hathaway,
Fela Kuti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.