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 Qatar and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the dance 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp 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 disco 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
Wire,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
The Gladiators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
Hashim,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
Visage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cure,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris Corsano,
Dave Gahan,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.