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 Austria and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
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 clarinet 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
Drexciya,
Angry Samoans,
Bluetip,
Wings,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
The Evens,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
T. Rex,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
Aaron Thompson,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.