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 Mexico and from New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
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 marimba 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 Symarip to the techno 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Roger Hodgson,
The Saints,
Excepter,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
Outsiders,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cameo,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.