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 Ukraine and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rotary Connection to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
Fugazi,
ABC,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Monks,
the Slits,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
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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.