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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Lakeside,
48th St. Collective,
UT,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moleskins,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Josef K,
Excepter,
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell,
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
The Cowsills,
Gang Gang Dance,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
Ossler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.