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 Bolivia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ludus to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
Easy Going,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
Erasure,
Brick,
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Piero Umiliani,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.