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 Iran and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
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 organ 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Technova,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.