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 Malta and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joyce Sims to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
Nico,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Altered Images,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
Fugazi,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.