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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Pussy Galore to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
The Slits,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
MDC,
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant,
Sonic Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
Joe Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aural Exciters,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.