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 Bahamas 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 June Days to the grime 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skaos,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
Wire,
the Association,
The Knickerbockers,
Accadde A,
The Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Khruangbin,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.