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 India and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric Copeland to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Procol Harum,
New Order,
Yaz,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25,
Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
In Retrospect,
Tears for Fears,
The Victims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James White and The Blacks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
Darondo,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.