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 Syria and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bad Manners to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
Rapeman,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
Babytalk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.