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 Somalia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Fear to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Deakin,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
The Wake,
Harmonia,
The J.B.'s,
Amazonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Crime,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
Lou Christie,
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
Mantronix,
Brick,
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.