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 Maldives and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Cure to the grime 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
Suburban Knight,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.