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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the punk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
Au Pairs,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
Fugazi,
Technova,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Supertramp,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.