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 Libya 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
The Wake,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101,
The Associates,
Section 25,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.