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 India and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Gahan 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
Smog,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Terry Callier,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.