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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxette,
Kayak,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
Smog,
Dennis Brown,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
10cc,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up,
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.