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 Malawi and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 K-Klass to the crunk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
Nico,
Pussy Galore,
Con Funk Shun,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
Magazine,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
Babytalk,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.