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 Syria and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rites of Spring to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
Pole,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
ABC,
Fear,
The Doors,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.