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 Antigua and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Associates 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Marvin Gaye,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie,
Fear,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
Magazine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scrapy,
Scientists,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.