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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oblivians to the rock 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
The Cowsills,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Hoover,
Marmalade,
Youth Brigade,
Godley & Creme,
The Grass Roots,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
Minutemen,
Grey Daturas,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.