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 Palau and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Kaleidoscope,
Intrusion,
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Finger,
Yaz,
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
Quantec,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.