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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swell Maps to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Lyres,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red,
Wings,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
Amazonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Sällskapet,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
Sparks,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
Organ,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
cv313,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
X-101,
Blossom Toes,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.