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 Croatia and from Manchester.
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 Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Magazine to the punk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
Mandrill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
X-102,
Drexciya,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.