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 Australia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jandek,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
the Association,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
Nico,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.