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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Max Romeo to the rap 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
Symarip,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
F. McDonald,
Joy Division,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
Erasure,
Hoover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.