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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Amon Düül,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
Dark Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
A Certain Ratio,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Mission of Burma,
Zapp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.