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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Juan Atkins to the grime 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Swans,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
LL Cool J,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
OOIOO,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.