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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 The Toasters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Wings,
Massinfluence,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Music Machine,
X-102,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
Toni Rubio,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth,
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
Minor Threat,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.