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 Morocco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Franke to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Skarface,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
Silicon Teens,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harmonia,
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.