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 Estonia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Mojo Men to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
Television,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
T. Rex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.