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 Panama and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Agent Orange to the punk 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Ten City,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
Brick,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.