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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
Ituana,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
Quantec,
Unwound,
OOIOO,
Iggy Pop,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
Pagans,
Visage,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.