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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 OOIOO to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
Make Up,
The Motions,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
Jandek,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Amazonics,
Nico,
Deakin,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.