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 Morocco 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 The Fall to the dance 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funkadelic,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Techniques,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
Eli Mardock,
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ituana,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
The Pop Group,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
Technova,
Morten Harket,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.