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 Congo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
the Germs,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Near,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
Swans,
The Stooges,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.