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 Moldova and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
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 marimba 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Q and Not U,
Magazine,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
The Fuzztones,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.