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 Palau and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warsaw,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Can,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
Unwound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
The Cramps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.