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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Clarke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
The Velvet Underground,
Aloha Tigers,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.