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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
Deakin,
Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
Index,
Howard Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Wells,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.