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 Indonesia and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
Sandy B,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
Gang of Four,
Theoretical Girls,
Quantec,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.