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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
the Association,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Make Up,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
Can,
Quantec,
the Normal,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
Faraquet,
Scion,
Derrick May,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
Qualms,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
The Residents,
Hashim,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.