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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blake Baxter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Sonics,
Ituana,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.