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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Boredoms 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
June Days,
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Order,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.