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 Oman and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
Blancmange,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Slits,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pole,
Marmalade,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
Joey Negro,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
Can,
Oblivians,
Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.