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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Mills to the techno 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
Camouflage,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultra Naté,
Yellowson,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.