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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Au Pairs 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
The Move,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
Loose Ends,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.