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 Singapore and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vainqueur,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
The Litter,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
Scientists,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
Cluster,
T. Rex,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
The Vogues,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Mills,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.