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 Bahamas and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Glenn Branca to the funk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Searchers,
Sparks,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
Moebius,
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
Q65,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.