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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ponytail to the grunge 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fluxion,
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Visage,
Joe Finger,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Pet Shop Boys,
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Roxette,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.