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 St Lucia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The United States of America to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
Man Eating Sloth,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Theoretical Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
Visage,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
Ohio Players,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.