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 Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 David McCallum to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
Ossler,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
Connie Case,
Camouflage,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
Lungfish,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brick,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick,
Pylon,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.