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 Mongolia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sun City Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Young Marble Giants,
Howard Jones,
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.