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 Swaziland and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grime 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
Deakin,
a-ha,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
Unwound,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Technova,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.