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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 The Raincoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
Visage,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
DNA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
Arcadia,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
MDC,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.