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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Khruangbin,
B.T. Express,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
Mantronix,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q65,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
MDC,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.