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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Depeche Mode to the techno 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
the Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.