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 Moldova and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gun Club to the rock 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
Scientists,
Moebius,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman,
The Dead C,
Make Up,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Hill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.