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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Bauhaus to the rock 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Dead Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Green,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
Clear Light,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
Jeff Mills,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.