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 Switzerland 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Gories to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
Erykah Badu,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water,
Tubeway Army,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Grey Daturas,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
The Moody Blues,
Blossom Toes,
E-Dancer,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.