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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lyres to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joy Division,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
CMW,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.