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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Sun City Girls to the rap 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Boredoms,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Roxette,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
The Real Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
Television,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tom Boy,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
Sex Pistols,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.