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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Urselle to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
Arcadia,
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.