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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Walker Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wally Richardson,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
The J.B.'s,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gories,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.