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 Chile and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Victims to the rock 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Arcadia,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Suicide,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Model 500,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
Con Funk Shun,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
Index,
Skarface,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.