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 Togo and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Ohio Players,
The Martian,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
The Blackbyrds,
The Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.