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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tommy Roe to the electroclash 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes 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?
Albert Ayler,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Simply Red,
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
Franke,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.