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 Korea North and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boogie Down Productions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds,
PIL,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
Brick,
China Crisis,
June Days,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.