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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Joy Division to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
Dark Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
Ludus,
Rosa Yemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Malaria!,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.