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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
The Remains,
Minor Threat,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
Carl Craig,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
Visage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
Yaz,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.