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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Supertramp to the electroclash 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect 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 electroclash 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
The Count Five,
AZ,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
K-Klass,
Section 25,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magazine,
X-102,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Offenders,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bronski Beat,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.