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 Albania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 a-ha to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
The Toasters,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nico,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
Pagans,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
Lucky Dragons,
the Swans,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
Pole,
K-Klass,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
Das Ding,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.