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 Canada and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Magazine to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suburban Knight,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
Lalann,
the Sonics,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
Wasted Youth,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
Fela Kuti,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.