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 Benin and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
JFA,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Brick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
Babytalk,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.