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 Peru and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rap 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
Television,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
PIL,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
The Names,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Trojans,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.