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 Tonga and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kings Of Tomorrow 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
E-Dancer,
Isaac Hayes,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
Spandau Ballet,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scan 7,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T. Rex,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronan,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
Skaos,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.