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 United States and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Remains to the disco 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Tom Boy,
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
Unwound,
Neu!,
Magma,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
Charles Mingus,
Mark Hollis,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
Bad Manners,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
Fugazi,
Gong,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.