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 Chad and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J,
La Düsseldorf,
Ten City,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
Organ,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
The Fuzztones,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
June Days,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.