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 Singapore and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visage to the electroclash 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
MDC,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
Andrew Hill,
Cal Tjader,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
Smog,
Lalann,
Man Parrish,
The Star Department,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Liliput,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.