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 Comoros and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gang Gang Dance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
Godley & Creme,
10cc,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
Bronski Beat,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
Nik Kershaw,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
The Smoke,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
T. Rex,
PIL,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.