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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mark Hollis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zero Boys,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marmalade,
Chrome,
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
In Retrospect,
Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wally Richardson,
The Standells,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pole,
Bronski Beat,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.