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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Magma,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lungfish,
E-Dancer,
Robert Görl,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gregory Isaacs,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Trumans Water,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funky Four + One,
EPMD,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
Sex Pistols,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Little Man,
ABBA,
Al Stewart,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.