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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Inner City to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
Radio Birdman,
the Soft Cell,
Smog,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
Rekid,
Faraquet,
The Pretty Things,
Moss Icon,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minnie Riperton,
Section 25,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
The Tremeloes,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Maurizio,
The Cure,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.