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 Cuba and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
Yellowson,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
Basic Channel,
the Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
Eric Copeland,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
Nico,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.