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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
Slave,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
Outsiders,
Can,
Pylon,
Davy DMX,
Swans,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
Cluster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Model 500,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Basic Channel,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
Archie Shepp,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
The Pop Group,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
Motorama,
The Index,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.