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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unwound to the dance 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
Juan Atkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
X-102,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Intrusion,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
Pantytec,
MC5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Connie Case,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
The Birthday Party,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.