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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Techniques to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
Urselle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
KRS-One,
Scientists,
The Grass Roots,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Popol Vuh,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.