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 Guinea and from London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grunge 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
Q65,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
The Trojans,
Wings,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
Technova,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
DJ Style,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
Hardrive,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.