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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 John Holt to the rap 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
Aural Exciters,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
The Doors,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.