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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Green 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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
CMW,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cramps,
Make Up,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
Mr. Review,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
JFA,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
Vainqueur,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.