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 Antigua and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
The Names,
a-ha,
Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
The Golliwogs,
Main Source,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang of Four,
Scratch Acid,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
MDC,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
Wolf Eyes,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
Alton Ellis,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bronski Beat,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.