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 Singapore and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sight & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.