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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scan 7,
Nico,
Lalann,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Womack,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
The Mummies,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül II,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.