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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 The Monks to the crunk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Mission of Burma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders,
Don Cherry,
The Associates,
Japan,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
World's Most,
Junior Murvin,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
Arcadia,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.