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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Minor Threat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
Magma,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
Mantronix,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.