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 China and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies,
Country Teasers,
Joe Finger,
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
New Order,
KRS-One,
The Motions,
The Wake,
cv313,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
Marmalade,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.