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 Niger and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Ohio Players to the disco 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Roxy Music,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
Groovy Waters,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
John Cale,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Archie Shepp,
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.