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 Belize and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Barracudas to the punk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
Ultravox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
Urselle,
Fela Kuti,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.