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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 China Crisis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-102,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
Bob Dylan,
The Remains,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
The Offenders,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Enemy,
Unwound,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.