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 France and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the dance 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
Danielle Patucci,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
Erasure,
the Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Television,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
Joey Negro,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.