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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Brothers Johnson to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
Funkadelic,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues,
the Germs,
Camouflage,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
Pere Ubu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deakin,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
Ice-T,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
Magma,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
Deepchord,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.