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 Australia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Boredoms to the electroclash 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Aswad,
ABC,
The Vogues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.