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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grime 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
MDC,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
The Associates,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
Pantytec,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
Arcadia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
Stetsasonic,
Cybotron,
The Golliwogs,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Can,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.