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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the electroclash 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
D'Angelo,
Can,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Half Japanese,
Max Romeo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.