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 Cyprus and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Depeche Mode to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
World's Most,
Skriet,
The Dead C,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
Ken Boothe,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
Minutemen,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
Niagra,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
Josef K,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.