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 Belarus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Amazonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics 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?
MC5,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABC,
the Normal,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.