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 Brazil and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Mission of Burma to the dance 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.