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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Slackers to the grime 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
Motorama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
Model 500,
Ten City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
the Swans,
New Order,
The Gap Band,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
Gang Green,
The Saints,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
The Five Americans,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.