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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nik Kershaw,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
Outsiders,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
Skriet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doors,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
Can,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.