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 Croatia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Invisible to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
Television,
Essential Logic,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Magazine,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mandrill,
Young Marble Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.