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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Ludus,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
Crime,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw,
The Neon Judgement,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat 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.