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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magma to the grime 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW,
The Saints,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
X-101,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
Echospace,
The Fall,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.