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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Susan Cadogan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalann,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
Moss Icon,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
Bronski Beat,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Archie Shepp,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
Unwound,
The Moody Blues,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.