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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Iggy Pop to the disco 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
The New Christs,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
Quadrant,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
The Kinks,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.