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 Mexico and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Accadde A 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
Arcadia,
The Golliwogs,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
Audionom,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.