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 Gabon and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Theoretical Girls 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
Jawbox,
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oblivians,
The Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chrome,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
Eric Copeland,
Mad Mike,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
Kurtis Blow,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.