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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Letta Mbulu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
Can,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
AZ,
Television,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Nick Fraelich,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.