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 El Salvador and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
MDC,
Accadde A,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
Deakin,
Barrington Levy,
Yellowson,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
Nirvana,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.