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 Azerbaijan 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
Brick,
Pantaleimon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
Wire,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
The Residents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.