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 Chile and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Drexciya to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
Franke,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
UT,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
PIL,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust,
Lungfish,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.