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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
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 guitar 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 Carl Craig to the grime 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultravox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
Qualms,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Faust,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.