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 Japan and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roger Hodgson to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
World's Most,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
The Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
Japan,
Moebius,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.