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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Boredoms to the dance 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Cal Tjader,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.