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 Mexico and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
Urselle,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
Erasure,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.