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 Dominican Republic and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Henry Cow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Inner City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
Excepter,
Unwound,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
Mandrill,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
Index,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
The Motions,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.