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 Nauru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
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 organ 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 Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
Sparks,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
Blancmange,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Blossom Toes,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shoche,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
Suicide,
Stiv Bators,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
The Smiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.