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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 J.B.'s to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Roxette,
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
Todd Rundgren,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
Babytalk,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mars,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.