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 Nauru and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Velvet Underground 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Young Marble Giants,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
World's Most,
The Motions,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.