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 Lithuania and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 James White and The Blacks to the grime 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Sparks,
the Association,
Ten City,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
Index,
ABC,
Mars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.