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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Soul Sonic Force 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wings,
Wire,
Black Flag,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
The Martian,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Slits,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
The Zeros,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.