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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
The Residents,
Subhumans,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
cv313,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.