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 Finland and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 One Last Wish to the jazz 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
Q65,
The Knickerbockers,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
This Heat,
Television,
The Techniques,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
Royal Trux,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
The Grass Roots,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.