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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 This Heat to the rap 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
Yellowson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bauhaus,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
Ponytail,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.