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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pagans to the dance 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
This Heat,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
The Names,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Ituana,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.