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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faraquet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Star Department,
Public Enemy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Index,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
Adolescents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement,
Rod Modell,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.