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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 MC5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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?
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
Clear Light,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
Monolake,
The Saints,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
Yaz,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Altered Images,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
Deakin,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.