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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Whodini 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
The Wake,
The Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
Groovy Waters,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
The Star Department,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
Boredoms,
Pere Ubu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.