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 Croatia and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slits,
the Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Joensuu 1685,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
Harry Pussy,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
The Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.