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 Korea South and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
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 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 Terry Callier to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
the Association,
The Knickerbockers,
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fluxion,
Audionom,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Jawbox,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.