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 Tajikistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
Alice Coltrane,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Y Pants,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.