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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Amon Düül II to the disco 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Chrome,
New Order,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
Nils Olav,
China Crisis,
Nico,
June of 44,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
Slick Rick,
Archie Shepp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yaz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.