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 Australia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Wells to the techno 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
Pussy Galore,
The Kinks,
The Dirtbombs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
the Human League,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
Prince Buster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
Wire,
Funky Four + One,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.