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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alison Limerick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
David McCallum,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
JFA,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Suicide,
The Offenders,
Index,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
ABC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
Outsiders,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.