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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Josef K to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
John Foxx,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
Pantaleimon,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
Scientists,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
Mad Mike,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.