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 Benin and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Barbara Tucker to the rock 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Television Personalities,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Crime,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
The Saints,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
Intrusion,
Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
The Skatalites,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.