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 Kosovo and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Toni Rubio to the techno 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scrapy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
the Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
Agent Orange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
Minor Threat,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.