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 Congo and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
Japan,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
The Move,
MDC,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.