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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Japan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
Vladislav Delay,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
Slave,
Smog,
The Standells,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
Eddi Front,
Mark Hollis,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Germs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Anakelly,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.