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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Swell Maps to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry's Kids,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
Underground Resistance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
Unwound,
Lalann,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.