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 Grenada and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Metal Thangz to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
ABBA,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
Boredoms,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
Barrington Levy,
Ultravox,
Hasil Adkins,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.