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 Brunei and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 The Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
The Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
R.M.O.,
Soft Machine,
Minny Pops,
Can,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.