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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
L. Decosne,
Theoretical Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
This Heat,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Zapp,
The Fuzztones,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.