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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 The Busters to the techno 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Boredoms,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
Severed Heads,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu,
Niagra,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
X-102,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
New Age Steppers,
Sister Nancy,
Khruangbin,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Visage,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Certain Ratio,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.