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 Estonia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bootsy Collins 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Talk Talk,
Ultravox,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.