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 Greece and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Organ to the grunge 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
Aloha Tigers,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne,
KRS-One,
Monks,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.