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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slackers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
The Mummies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
Amazonics,
Simply Red,
Q65,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.