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 Togo and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Black Bananas to the punk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Erasure,
Pulsallama,
Joy Division,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Associates,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
Gong,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.