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 Syria and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scientists to the grime 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
Sugar Minott,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.