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 Chile and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Durutti Column to the techno 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
Infiniti,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
Crime,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ice-T,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.