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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Swell Maps to the grime 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
Symarip,
Pole,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lungfish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Urselle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
Alice Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
The Fortunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.