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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David Bowie to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
Toni Rubio,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
Index,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.