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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
Sällskapet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
Jandek,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
Dave Gahan,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.