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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 PIL to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
Franke,
Amazonics,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
The Last Poets,
Monks,
The Selecter,
The Zeros,
Pole,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
L. Decosne,
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Howard Jones,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
R.M.O.,
Drexciya,
Quadrant,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
Cluster,
Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
Parry Music,
Cymande,
Hashim,
Zapp,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.