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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Nation of Ulysses,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
Laurel Aitken,
Brass Construction,
Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.