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 Belarus and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ten City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
Magazine,
Vainqueur,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
Negative Approach,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
Visage,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Absolute Body Control,
Brick,
Stiv Bators,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
Franke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
The Mummies,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.