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 Panama and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter,
Pulsallama,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Slave,
Talk Talk,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.