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 Grenada 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bill Wells to the dance 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
Pagans,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
The Gories,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
In Retrospect,
the Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
ABC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
PIL,
Infiniti,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.