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 Iraq and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Camouflage,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
Niagra,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Rod Modell,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.