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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
The Five Americans,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
UT,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
The Slits,
Ituana,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Symarip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.