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 Yemen and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Jacques Brel to the rock 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
Janne Schatter,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
Sun Ra,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.