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 Slovenia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
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 organ 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 Unwound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fall,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
Drexciya,
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.