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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
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 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 June Days to the grunge 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
Joe Smooth,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
MC5,
The Victims,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
Alton Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
the Association,
The Seeds,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
The Barracudas,
The Leaves,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
Marvin Gaye,
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
Man Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amazonics,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
T. Rex,
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.