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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Qualms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
Ludus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.