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 Finland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.