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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Hot Snakes 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova,
Jacob Miller,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Intrusion,
Oneida,
CMW,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
Quadrant,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.