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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
Television,
Babytalk,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agitation Free,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
Tommy Roe,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.