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 Cuba and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Joey Negro to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Vogues,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Swans,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
Circle Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.