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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan 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 808 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 Siglo XX to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.