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 Australia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 The Mummies to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
The Toasters,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hoover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unwound,
Wire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
Bill Wells,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
The Fall,
Erasure,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
The Wake,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.