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 Albania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 The Standells to the grime 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
The Associates,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
Model 500,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
Symarip,
New Order,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.