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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 A Certain Ratio to the electroclash 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
DJ Style,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Royal Trux,
Fluxion,
Massinfluence,
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
PIL,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
The Human League,
Animal Collective,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
Can,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.