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 Ethiopia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
Young Marble Giants,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
The Angels of Light,
Pylon,
Jandek,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
Accadde A,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pole,
Ronan,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.