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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
Cal Tjader,
Ituana,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Robert Görl,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.