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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Normal,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.