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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Derrick May to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
Pere Ubu,
Mantronix,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
Q65,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
Sun City Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
The Cure,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cheater Slicks,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.