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 Jamaica and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barrington Levy to the grime 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
Minutemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shoche,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.