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 Congo and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Jacques Brel to the jazz 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Unwound,
The United States of America,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence,
MDC,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
FM Einheit,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.