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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
The Cowsills,
Magazine,
Darondo,
Robert Hood,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
In Retrospect,
Kurtis Blow,
The Move,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.