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 Albania and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Model 500 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
Freddie Wadling,
Nico,
Technova,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
Moss Icon,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
Joey Negro,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.