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 Benin and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Germs to the grime 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
Q65,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
Khruangbin,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Index,
EPMD,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warsaw,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.