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 Latvia and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Sugar Minott to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
Yaz,
Symarip,
Tom Boy,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
Wire,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
Rekid,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
Can,
The Gladiators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.