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 Bahamas and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nirvana to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
MDC,
Quantec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
June Days,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.