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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Music Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Qualms,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
The Zeros,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
Hot Snakes,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
Symarip,
Suicide,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.