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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 cv313 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
cv313,
Camouflage,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.