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 Philippines and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
The Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
Magma,
Lalann,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
cv313,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
The Evens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.