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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Beau Brummels to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
Eli Mardock,
Kenny Larkin,
Surgeon,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
Technova,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
UT,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
Lakeside,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
Skriet,
Japan,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.