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 Andorra and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Index to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
UT,
K-Klass,
Supertramp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
The Motions,
Jandek,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
X-Ray Spex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
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.