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 Bhutan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Gun Club to the punk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
Urselle,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.