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 Gambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
Toni Rubio,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
Maleditus Sound,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
Inner City,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
Charles Mingus,
Roxette,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.