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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
UT,
X-Ray Spex,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television,
Man Parrish,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
Liliput,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
ABC,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MDC,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.