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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley 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?
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Clear Light,
Blancmange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cymande,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
June Days,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Interpol,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.