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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terry Callier to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
Nico,
Audionom,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
Scion,
John Holt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman,
The Fuzztones,
LL Cool J,
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.