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 Egypt and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Smiths to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Groovy Waters,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
The Offenders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.