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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Moby Grape to the funk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
the Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
DJ Style,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flipper,
Slave,
Severed Heads,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.