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 Namibia and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
Lalann,
the Association,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Steve Hackett,
10cc,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warren Ellis,
CMW,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agitation Free,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.