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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
The Remains,
Qualms,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jandek,
The Index,
The Monks,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delon & Dalcan,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Roxette,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
Black Pus,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
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.