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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ten City to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
Gong,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
The Dead C,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
Procol Harum,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
K-Klass,
Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Sound Behaviour,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
Swans,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.