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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Vogues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
Kool Moe Dee,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Television,
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.