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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 DNA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
The Pop Group,
The Doors,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Yaz,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gong,
Das Ding,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
Sparks,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.