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 Algeria and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
Dark Day,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
Faust,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.