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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Residents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Martian,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
Smog,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
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.