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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Faust to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
Whodini,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skarface,
Nico,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Duran Duran,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.