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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
Skarface,
Outsiders,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
KRS-One,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
Nirvana,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.