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 Oman and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
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 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 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 The Beau Brummels 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantytec,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.