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 Israel and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Porter Ricks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
Brick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
Au Pairs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.