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 Gambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Deakin,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.