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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Derrick May to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Youth Brigade,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.