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 Mozambique 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Underground Resistance to the dance 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rapeman,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
Nico,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Das Ding,
Clear Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
Magazine,
Motorama,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.