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 Denmark and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June Days to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Durutti Column,
JFA,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Enemy,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cameo,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.