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 France and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Throbbing Gristle to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
X-102,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.