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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Quantec,
Unwound,
CMW,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
10cc,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
Inner City,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.