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 Egypt and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Names to the crunk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
Scratch Acid,
T. Rex,
Grauzone,
JFA,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Shadows of Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Lucky Dragons,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.