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 Estonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
Monks,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
Negative Approach,
Fear,
Rakim,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
Youth Brigade,
X-102,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
Altered Images,
The Fugs,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
Index,
Rod Modell,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
Motorama,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.