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 Guyana and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Lou Reed to the grime 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
Index,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
The Move,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
Make Up,
The Raincoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Can,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.