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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Main Source to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
Barbara Tucker,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
Index,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.