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 the UAE and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Depeche Mode to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
The Walker Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
Franke,
Oblivians,
The Move,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
Monks,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.