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 Egypt and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultra Naté to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange,
Adolescents,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doors,
Drexciya,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
Bronski Beat,
Roxy Music,
Procol Harum,
Magazine,
Harmonia,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mad Mike,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Technova,
Alphaville,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
Neu!,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.