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 Pakistan and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Darondo 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
Pulsallama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
MDC,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
Agitation Free,
Nas,
Derrick May,
CMW,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.