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 Jordan and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Joensuu 1685 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
Parry Music,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
Rapeman,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
Brick,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
Byron Stingily,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
Jacob Miller,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
the Association,
Index,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
Little Man,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.