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 Ukraine and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 FM Einheit to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
the Sonics,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
Rites of Spring,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
Erykah Badu,
Outsiders,
The Toasters,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.