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 Armenia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Soulsonic Force 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
Nico,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Inner City,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.