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 Mauritania and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Traffic Nightmare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
The Victims,
Skriet,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
The Gladiators,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
Roy Ayers,
John Holt,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.