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 Mexico and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Massinfluence 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma,
Bluetip,
Maurizio,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.