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 Congo and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Japan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
Alton Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Associates,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
The Human League,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.