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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pet Shop Boys to the techno 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
Joy Division,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Khruangbin,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
Cameo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.