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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Section 25 to the dance 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
Warren Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
Crime,
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.