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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Moleskins 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rosa Yemen,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Almond,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.