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 Kosovo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
Duran Duran,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
The Zeros,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
Slave,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
ABC,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.