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 Togo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pere Ubu to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
JFA,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
Model 500,
Smog,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
Sam Rivers,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
The Slackers,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics,
Television,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.