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 Estonia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Oblivians to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond,
Flash Fearless,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.