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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hoover to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Faust,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
Quadrant,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.