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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mr. Review to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
The Leaves,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
The Sound,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.