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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oneida 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '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 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
Supertramp,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds,
Unrelated Segments,
Swans,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pole,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
Scientists,
The Remains,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masters at Work,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.