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 Lesotho and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suburban Knight to the disco 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
The J.B.'s,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.