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 Chad and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Buzzcocks to the funk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
Cameo,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
PIL,
June Days,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
Thompson Twins,
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
The Victims,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.