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 St Lucia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arthur Verocai to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
Quantec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect,
Ossler,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.