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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Qualms,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Pus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
Harmonia,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.