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 Oman and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Simply Red to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Mills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lungfish,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
Das Ding,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.