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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Erasure to the rock 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
The Last Poets,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
UT,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
Maurizio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Pus,
Josef K,
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.