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 Canada 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quantec to the rock 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
Pussy Galore,
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.