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 Estonia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
Stiv Bators,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
John Holt,
Cymande,
Kas Product,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
Quadrant,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Scientists,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alton Ellis,
The Motions,
The Remains,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
Brick,
The Kinks,
the Normal,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.