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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Moebius to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter & Gordon,
Au Pairs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
Jandek,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
The Kinks,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.