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 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Sonic Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Camouflage,
Scientists,
PIL,
Hoover,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
Q and Not U,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana,
Can,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
Wasted Youth,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.