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 Iran and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet,
Scientists,
World's Most,
Roxette,
Lalann,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
Deakin,
Model 500,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Newcleus,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville,
Blancmange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alton Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.