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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Nico to the jazz 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
Television,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
Jandek,
DNA,
Patti Smith,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Hashim,
F. McDonald,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
Piero Umiliani,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.