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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Faust to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Lucky Dragons,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
X-101,
Tom Boy,
Television,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
Derrick May,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
The Searchers,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.