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 Germany and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tubeway Army to the punk 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Hood,
Soft Machine,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
Mars,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.