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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Marshall Jefferson 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
Davy DMX,
a-ha,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visage,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
Cluster,
Skriet,
Neu!,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
Bootsy Collins,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
Susan Cadogan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.