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 Botswana and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Smiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
Symarip,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dirtbombs,
Magazine,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.