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 Malta and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Stooges to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
Rakim,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
Niagra,
Bill Near,
Faust,
Scientists,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Wire,
Lebanon Hanover,
DNA,
Kayak,
Fear,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Byrd,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.