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 Japan and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
The Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche,
Crime,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Black Dice,
Television,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suburban Knight,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.