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 San Marino and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Leonard Cohen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
Skriet,
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
Magazine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Adolescents,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.