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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Selecter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hashim,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agitation Free,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
Oblivians,
10cc,
Mad Mike,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
Organ,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
Pantaleimon,
This Heat,
Visage,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.