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 Mali and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swans to the funk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q65,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
Barry Ungar,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
Pylon,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
Blake Baxter,
AZ,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.