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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 JFA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
X-102,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Little Man,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faraquet,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brick,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.