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 Romania and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Big Daddy Kane to the dance 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mad Mike,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
Television,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
Sparks,
PIL,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
Scott Walker,
The Music Machine,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Vogues,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.