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 Angola and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Byron Stingily to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
Nas,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
Grauzone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.