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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ludus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Motorama,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.