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 Nauru and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Index,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
The Vogues,
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
The Doors,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.