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 Fiji and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
CMW,
Newcleus,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
Ultravox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
Grey Daturas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Q65,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.