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 Laos and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
Wings,
Simply Red,
Wire,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
Unwound,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy,
The Count Five,
New Order,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.