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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 The Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bauhaus,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
Skarface,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
Reuben Wilson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
AZ,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
Index,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.