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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Hardrive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
Yaz,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
New Order,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
Flipper,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
Malaria!,
Wire,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ken Boothe,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.