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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare to the funk 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.