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 Yemen and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jandek to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Grauzone,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
Liliput,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Wire,
Inner City,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
Arab on Radar,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
Pere Ubu,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
Skarface,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.