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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bauhaus,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
The Offenders,
CMW,
World's Most,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
Magazine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.