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 Panama and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
Vainqueur,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.