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 Morocco and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Clear Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
Pulsallama,
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
Can,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.