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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
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 güiro 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delta 5,
Crooked Eye,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
UT,
Japan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vladislav Delay,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
Spoonie Gee,
D'Angelo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.