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 Chad and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 A Certain Ratio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Von Mondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
Symarip,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.