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 Barbados and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sonics,
The Trojans,
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
Mad Mike,
Monolake,
Visage,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
Model 500,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
The Index,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.