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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Joyce Sims to the grime 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.