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 Guatemala and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Lalann to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Bang On A Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
Yaz,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.