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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Cramps to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
X-101,
UT,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
World's Most,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
PIL,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
Black Flag,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Niagra,
ABBA,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.