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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boredoms to the rap 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultra Naté,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick Morgan,
John Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
The J.B.'s,
Moby Grape,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.