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 Latvia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Charles Mingus to the dance 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
Matthew Bourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
MDC,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
Nirvana,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.