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 Japan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
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 linndrum 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 Faraquet to the techno 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Index,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
ABC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.