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 Bulgaria and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Audionom,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
DJ Style,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
Moby Grape,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Section 25,
Smog,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
Magma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.