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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
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 arpeggiator 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Delta 5,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
Wire,
Fluxion,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
Lakeside,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
Unwound,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.