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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 H. Thieme to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Names,
Roxette,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.