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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pylon to the crunk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
Sparks,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Organ,
The Fugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
MC5,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Can,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.