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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mandrill to the grunge 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
Hardrive,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
The Zeros,
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Suicide,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
AZ,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
The Remains,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
The Dead C,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.