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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Grey Daturas to the electroclash 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
Wings,
the Slits,
Jacques Brel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
Cluster,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
Faust,
Moss Icon,
Television,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
MC5,
June Days,
Pole,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.