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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Vogues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
Franke,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure,
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
The Busters,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.