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 Iceland and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Ronan to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
June Days,
Y Pants,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
Nas,
B.T. Express,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
The Index,
New Order,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.