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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Das Ding to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
The Angels of Light,
Harmonia,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Wire,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
The Tremeloes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
the Human League,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.