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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Procol Harum to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barbara Tucker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Excepter,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scientists,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.