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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the funk 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
MDC,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
The Trojans,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
Quantec,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
the Sonics,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.