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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sandy B to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
Terry Callier,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
Black Pus,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
MC5,
Black Flag,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
The Motions,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suburban Knight,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
kango's stein massive,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.