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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joy Division 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
Black Moon,
Ohio Players,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Kaleidoscope,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.