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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
Inner City,
Cameo,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
Can,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Motions,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.