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 Turkey and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 OOIOO to the dance 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
Massinfluence,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Halsall,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
Amon Düül,
Oneida,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Drexciya,
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
Pylon,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Organ,
Television,
Gang of Four,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.