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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Ultra Naté,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
Symarip,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
K-Klass,
Mars,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.