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 India and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Dual Sessions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
10cc,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.