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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Television Personalities to the techno 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
The Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
FM Einheit,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Erasure,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
Henry Cow,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
The Litter,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.