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 Beijing.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minor Threat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Motorama,
Inner City,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.