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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Unwound to the punk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
Liliput,
Peter and Kerry,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
The Associates,
The United States of America,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.