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 Kosovo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 a-ha to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
Altered Images,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
Ronan,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
Tom Boy,
Alphaville,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.