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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
ABBA,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.