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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
Albert Ayler,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
China Crisis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Wells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Excepter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Wally Richardson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.