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 Australia 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 Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Pere Ubu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
Lyres,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones,
Can,
the Association,
Faraquet,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.