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 Dominican Republic 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Machine,
Rakim,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
The Cowsills,
The Busters,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Bananas,
Q65,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.