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 Sudan and from Lille.
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 Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
Unrelated Segments,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
Hardrive,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
the Association,
The United States of America,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June Days,
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
Kerri Chandler,
Make Up,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.