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 East Timor and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Albert Ayler to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
Pole,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
T. Rex,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faust,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
Gang Green,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.