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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Pierre Henry to the electroclash 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.