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 Thailand and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
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 chamberlin 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
MDC,
Monks,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sparks,
Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.