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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lower 48 to the grime 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
Donald Byrd,
Audionom,
Josef K,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Sneak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
Drexciya,
Ponytail,
Japan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Mad Mike,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
Sonny Sharrock,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.