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 Chile and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 These Immortal Souls to the grunge 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Howard Jones,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
Scion,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Shuggie Otis,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
Faust,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.