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 Norway and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
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 arpeggiator 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 Intrusion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
The Velvet Underground,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
Josef K,
Basic Channel,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
Khruangbin,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.