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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Fugazi to the dance 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marmalade,
Toni Rubio,
Sandy B,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Jandek,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
Livin' Joy,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Juan Atkins,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.