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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Pierre Henry to the techno 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
Royal Trux,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Simply Red,
The Grass Roots,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.