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 Albania and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Visage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
Qualms,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
Subhumans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Motorama,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
B.T. Express,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.