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 Italy and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fall to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
Alton Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
Visage,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
Symarip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
Lucky Dragons,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.