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 Liberia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minutemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skarface,
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
Organ,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
Wings,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerri Chandler,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
JFA,
Sandy B,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.