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 Paraguay and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Patti Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Mars,
The American Breed,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
Lakeside,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
Cymande,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
Letta Mbulu,
DNA,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.