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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Gang of Four to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
Lindisfarne,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
Technova,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
Dark Day,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Deakin,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.