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 Chad and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 PIL to the grunge 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
Echospace,
Scientists,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
The Cowsills,
UT,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
Bang On A Can,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yusef Lateef,
Alphaville,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
Essential Logic,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.