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 Iran and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 The Vogues to the disco 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
Fatback Band,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Sneak,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.