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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance 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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Vogues,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Searchers,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
The Motions,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.