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 Macedonia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
Khruangbin,
Brick,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
Faust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.