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 France and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Durutti Column 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
the Slits,
MDC,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
Funkadelic,
U.S. Maple,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
Marine Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül II,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.