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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Public Image Ltd.,
Banda Bassotti,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
Chrome,
Al Stewart,
Model 500,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magma,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
LL Cool J,
Josef K,
Television,
The Dead C,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
Franke,
Bronski Beat,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.