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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Litter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway 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?
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
The Birthday Party,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
The Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
Quadrant,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.