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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 R.M.O. to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
Y Pants,
Chrome,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
Technova,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.