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 Russia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Angry Samoans to the disco 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
The Selecter,
K-Klass,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
DNA,
Pole,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
Infiniti,
Colin Newman,
Stiv Bators,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
Nas,
The Names,
The Moody Blues,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.