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 Tajikistan and from London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grey Daturas to the jazz 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Stetsasonic,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
Brick,
Monks,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.