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 Cyprus and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Trumans Water to the crunk 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
X-102,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
Spoonie Gee,
Rapeman,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
The Martian,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
The Real Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
Faraquet,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.