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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Clarke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
Guru Guru,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
Boredoms,
Faust,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann,
Audionom,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.