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 Bangladesh and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Piero Umiliani,
Sandy B,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis,
Pylon,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
Eric Dolphy,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Chrome,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
ABC,
The Busters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.