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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
Altered Images,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fugs,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lower 48,
Davy DMX,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
Accadde A,
Chris Corsano,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
Gong,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.