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 Belarus and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
ABBA,
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Slave,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Little Man,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.