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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Names,
Sällskapet,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
In Retrospect,
Ituana,
Franke,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
Slave,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
Nico,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
Magma,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.