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 Nigeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche 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?
The Remains,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.