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 Albania and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pulsallama to the funk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.