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 Maldives and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the dance 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Birthday Party,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
Technova,
This Heat,
Junior Murvin,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.