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 Nigeria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Scion to the funk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
Marmalade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
Interpol,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
Pole,
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.