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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the disco 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Clarke,
Mantronix,
Pole,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacques Brel,
Pagans,
Bluetip,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
David Bowie,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Faust,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
Fugazi,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
Fela Kuti,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.