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 Albania and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Average White Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
Q65,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.