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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bar-Kays to the techno 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
The Fall,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mandrill,
Iggy Pop,
The Human League,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.