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 Yemen and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Suburban Knight,
World's Most,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
Television,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland,
Subhumans,
The Gladiators,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
The Skatalites,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
JFA,
Urselle,
X-102,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Move,
Niagra,
The Saints,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
The New Christs,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
Charles Mingus,
Leonard Cohen,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.