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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Zeros,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
John Cale,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacques Brel,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
The Mummies,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Blancmange,
Q65,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
Colin Newman,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.