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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trumans Water to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Anakelly,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
Swans,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
Intrusion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
The Stooges,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
KRS-One,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
Scientists,
Crime,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
Organ,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maurizio,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.