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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Terry Callier to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
The Victims,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Brick,
EPMD,
Letta Mbulu,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Scott Walker,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.