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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young,
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
Delon & Dalcan,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Au Pairs,
Shuggie Otis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
Fear,
the Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
June Days,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
World's Most,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.