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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Duran Duran 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
Carl Craig,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim,
Hoover,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.