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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 The Offenders to the disco 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
UT,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
Au Pairs,
Intrusion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxette,
Aswad,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
Television Personalities,
The Gories,
The Motions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
Scientists,
Scion,
Cluster,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
Outsiders,
Brick,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.