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 Mexico and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Scan 7,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David McCallum,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.