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 Spain and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronan to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
a-ha,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
Index,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
EPMD,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
Franke,
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
Nils Olav,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
The Techniques,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.