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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 The Techniques to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Average White Band,
Monolake,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
Slick Rick,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.