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 East Timor and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1977.
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 linndrum 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 Divine Comedy to the techno 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
New Order,
Gong,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
Magazine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.