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 Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Flag to the dance 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
EPMD,
Interpol,
Liliput,
Marmalade,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Blancmange,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.