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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crime to the rap 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pop Group,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
Dave Gahan,
the Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
World's Most,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
The Martian,
Sparks,
Yaz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.