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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Minny Pops to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Ronnie Foster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Normal,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
the Association,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
Public Enemy,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Happenings,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
Accadde A,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.