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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
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 Lille and London.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
Byron Stingily,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.