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 Algeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins,
Little Man,
JFA,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
New Age Steppers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Pet Shop Boys,
Massinfluence,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl,
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.