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 Peru and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Erykah Badu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
Stereo Dub,
Lyres,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
Q65,
Pylon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.