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 Mexico and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Grey Daturas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
Slick Rick,
Pagans,
Delon & Dalcan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Move,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scan 7,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.