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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
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 Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Anakelly to the funk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
Ronan,
Darondo,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
Swell Maps,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
Rapeman,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.