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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
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 harpsichord 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 Mark Hollis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
X-101,
The Happenings,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Harmonia,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.