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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Outsiders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultravox,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
AZ,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Whodini,
John Cale,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
Liliput,
the Swans,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
Hoover,
The Human League,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.