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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
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 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 Mark Hollis 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
Technova,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
This Heat,
Gong,
Mars,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
Black Moon,
John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
Joe Smooth,
John Holt,
Judy Mowatt,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.