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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Cal Tjader to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
OOIOO,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
Q65,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
Magma,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
Masters at Work,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.