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 Nauru and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
Marc Almond,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
Mars,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
Radiohead,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sällskapet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deakin,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.