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 Iraq and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blackbyrds,
Au Pairs,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Susan Cadogan,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
The Searchers,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.