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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
Slick Rick,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
The Index,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Qualms,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.