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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
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 guitar 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
The Victims,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
The Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
Jandek,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
Unwound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
The Associates,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.