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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Roy Ayers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alphaville,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
the Slits,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.