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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ice-T,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
The Remains,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
Nas,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.