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 Belarus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
Liliput,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
One Last Wish,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
The Smoke,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
In Retrospect,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.