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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 The Star Department to the techno 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
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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.