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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boredoms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
PIL,
Aural Exciters,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues,
Banda Bassotti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Colin Newman,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.