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 Bahamas 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mad Mike to the funk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
Moebius,
Thee Headcoats,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Letta Mbulu,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.