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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Maurizio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
Ten City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
Pylon,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
John Lydon,
Scientists,
Moebius,
Index,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
Mr. Review,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics,
PIL,
Rotary Connection,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.