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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Symarip to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dead C,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
Brick,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
Goldenarms,
The Standells,
Moss Icon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
Jacob Miller,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
Bluetip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.