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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
Japan,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronnie Foster,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
The Zeros,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
John Holt,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.