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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cybotron,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.