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 Micronesia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
The Residents,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Stetsasonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.