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 Georgia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Monolake to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Fatback Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
Black Bananas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Age Steppers,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Soft Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
PIL,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.