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 Korea South and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gang of Four to the electroclash 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
The Misunderstood,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
The Associates,
Angry Samoans,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q65,
Blossom Toes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
The Victims,
Skarface,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.