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 Eritrea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
Ponytail,
Sparks,
In Retrospect,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Cheater Slicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
Whodini,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.