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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gun Club to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
James White and The Blacks,
Crime,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
Eddi Front,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
10cc,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
John Cale,
Mars,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Order,
Ultravox,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
Rufus Thomas,
Faust,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.