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 Mali and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
June Days,
The Smoke,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.