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 Zambia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
The Techniques,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
PIL,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
Anakelly,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.