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 Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slick Rick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
The Standells,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Skatalites,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.