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 Burkina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Moby Grape to the punk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
The Invisible,
Jeff Mills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q65,
Hoover,
Josef K,
AZ,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Roxette,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
The Buckinghams,
Wire,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.