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 Slovakia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heaven 17 to the jazz 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
L. Decosne,
ABC,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Black Dice,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
The Victims,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.