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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 New Order to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Model 500,
Inner City,
The Victims,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Visage,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
Schoolly D,
Unwound,
Alice Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.