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 Djibouti and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Fluxion to the rap 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
The Monks,
Q65,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
Fear,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.