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 Chile 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zapp to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Average White Band,
Cymande,
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
The Grass Roots,
The Seeds,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
Scratch Acid,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yaz,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
The Associates,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.