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 Laos and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Robert Hood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
Unwound,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
Peter & Gordon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
U.S. Maple,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
Slave,
June Days,
Derrick May,
Can,
ABC,
The Smiths,
Anakelly,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.