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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Brick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
Aswad,
Suicide,
Black Bananas,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
F. McDonald,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Finger,
Can,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
Pulsallama,
Technova,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.