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 Nigeria 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Remains to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Cluster,
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alphaville,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
Audionom,
Quando Quango,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Brothers Johnson,
Cymande,
Cameo,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.