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 Cyprus and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Funkadelic to the funk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.