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 Morocco and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Susan Cadogan to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
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The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
Fugazi,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
Erasure,
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.