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 Dominica and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skriet to the grime 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
The Saints,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
Pagans,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
Motorama,
The Move,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
Neu!,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange,
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
The United States of America,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
This Heat,
June Days,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
The Associates,
Nico,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.