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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
Theoretical Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
EPMD,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.