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 Somalia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 X-102 to the electroclash 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
the Slits,
Qualms,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Names,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fatback Band,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Absolute Body Control,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Nico,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
Gang Green,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.