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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Make Up to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt 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?
The Busters,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
Buzzcocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blackbyrds,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
Althea and Donna,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Style,
June Days,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Womack,
OOIOO,
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
the Association,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.