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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Urselle,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Subhumans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smiths,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
The Cure,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
Graham Central Station,
Little Man,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Sonics,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.