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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
Monolake,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Television,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
Pulsallama,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.