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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Andrew Hill to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
AZ,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
The Cure,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.