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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dawn Penn to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Suburban Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.