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 Finland and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the punk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Urselle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
the Sonics,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
The Techniques,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
Chrome,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
E-Dancer,
The Cure,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.