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 Maldives and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Little Man to the techno 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
Morten Harket,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
Laurel Aitken,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
Skaos,
X-101,
Cluster,
Adolescents,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Deepchord,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fugazi,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.