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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Style to the electroclash 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
T. Rex,
Quando Quango,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
Popol Vuh,
Audionom,
Sandy B,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
Neu!,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q65,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Moon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
Mad Mike,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.