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 Ghana and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Procol Harum to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Spoonie Gee,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
The Leaves,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Crime,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
Cymande,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
Smog,
JFA,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scion,
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
Guru Guru,
The Durutti Column,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.