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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Yaz,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
Boredoms,
Index,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.