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 Armenia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 PIL to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
John Cale,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
the Association,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.