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 Comoros and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Barry Ungar to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
Cal Tjader,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
Duran Duran,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.