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 Chile and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
New Order,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
Qualms,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
Steve Hackett,
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
Popol Vuh,
John Cale,
Nico,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.