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 Dominica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
The Litter,
ABBA,
Nico,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dirtbombs,
Harry Pussy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
MDC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.