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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Quadrant to the grunge 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zero Boys,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
Kaleidoscope,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
Lou Christie,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
The Move,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scan 7,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.