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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Au Pairs to the techno 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
Mad Mike,
UT,
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
Dawn Penn,
Laurel Aitken,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thompson Twins,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Terry,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.