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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Whodini to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
The Saints,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
the Sonics,
Wings,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
Lalann,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
Cluster,
KRS-One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.