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 Guatemala and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Inner City to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
Porter Ricks,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oneida,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.