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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Carl Craig to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
Pagans,
The Invisible,
Yaz,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
Unwound,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
Neu!,
JFA,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
Funkadelic,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James White and The Blacks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.