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 Mali and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
the Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
EPMD,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moleskins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Metal Thangz,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
Can,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Moss Icon,
Slave,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.