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 Chile and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wire to the rock 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
The Names,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
Fluxion,
The Move,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
Skarface,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gabor Szabo,
Technova,
Japan,
Lungfish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
Minny Pops,
The Martian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.