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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angry Samoans to the techno 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
ABC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
E-Dancer,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.