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 Cambodia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 The Gap Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
Schoolly D,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
PIL,
Ohio Players,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
CMW,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Sonics,
The Names,
Josef K,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
Half Japanese,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.