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 Australia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Boredoms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantaleimon,
Boredoms,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
Main Source,
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
Organ,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.