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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 John Cale to the dance 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
Marmalade,
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
Ronan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.