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 Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 David McCallum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
The Shadows of Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source,
Tommy Roe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.