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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 The Fall 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Cameo,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Cluster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
Soulsonic Force,
AZ,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Lydon,
The Evens,
Nas,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
Skarface,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
Television,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.