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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Bowie to the grunge 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minor Threat,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
Donald Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
The Pop Group,
The Saints,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
Glenn Branca,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Fraelich,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.