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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
The Monks,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
JFA,
Deakin,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.