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 Tonga and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Oneida,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
the Sonics,
Pole,
the Normal,
KRS-One,
Index,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Liliput,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.