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 Chad and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
Rakim,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
Slave,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.