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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Au Pairs to the grime 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
Dave Gahan,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
Ultravox,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
Juan Atkins,
The Mummies,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liliput,
Zero Boys,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra,
Yaz,
Section 25,
Stetsasonic,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.