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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
Donald Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Velvet Underground,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
Faraquet,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
Aswad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
Basic Channel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
The Busters,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
The Seeds,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.