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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 The Angels of Light to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anakelly,
Mars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
Tubeway Army,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doors,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.