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 Honduras and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Index to the techno 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
Liliput,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
Black Flag,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.