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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Lou Christie to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.