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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiohead to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
U.S. Maple,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
AZ,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
The Angels of Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
Nils Olav,
Parry Music,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
Main Source,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.