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 Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Sugar Minott to the punk 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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
Pylon,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Gong,
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
Byron Stingily,
The Fuzztones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
Rekid,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Technova,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
Soft Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.