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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Youth Brigade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
8 Eyed Spy,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
Iggy Pop,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.