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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radio Birdman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Easy Going,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alison Limerick,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.