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 Botswana and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wally Richardson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.