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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Cowsills to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Audionom,
The Searchers,
Q65,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
JFA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
Smog,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gories,
Skriet,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.