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 Serbia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
ABBA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Television Personalities,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.