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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Skarface to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Excepter,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
Darondo,
Sparks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
PIL,
the Swans,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Camberwell Now,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Sherman,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.