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 Spain and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
Ultimate Spinach,
Audionom,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
Surgeon,
Mantronix,
X-101,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Wire,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.