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 Angola and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Negative Approach to the funk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blossom Toes,
the Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
New Order,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
X-101,
The Names,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.