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 Macedonia and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Cure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
MDC,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rosa Yemen,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.