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 South Africa and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tubeway Army to the rap 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7,
Q and Not U,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
The Music Machine,
The Fortunes,
Radiohead,
Shuggie Otis,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
Excepter,
X-101,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.