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 Australia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Metal Thangz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
New Order,
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
JFA,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Isaac Hayes,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.