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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Charles Mingus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
June Days,
Fear,
Chrome,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
The Dead C,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
Aaron Thompson,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.