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 Nicaragua and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 The Associates to the dance 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
CMW,
Deakin,
Icehouse,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick Morgan,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantytec,
Japan,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
Qualms,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.