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 Ireland and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Technova,
Pantytec,
Minutemen,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
Stereo Dub,
the Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronan,
Excepter,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
The Raincoats,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.