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 St Lucia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Slackers to the electroclash 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
The United States of America,
Monolake,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
MC5,
Theoretical Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Buzzcocks,
Mantronix,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
Technova,
the Association,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.