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 Cambodia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultra Naté to the disco 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
Unwound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cramps,
Scion,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
Black Pus,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
10cc,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alison Limerick,
The Zeros,
8 Eyed Spy,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.