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 France 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Brick to the punk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
Robert Hood,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.