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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Stooges to the punk 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
Boz Scaggs,
FM Einheit,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Remains,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
Average White Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
Shoche,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.