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 St Lucia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Laurel Aitken to the techno 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear,
Oneida,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
Brick,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
Gabor Szabo,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
the Normal,
John Cale,
Skriet,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.