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 Iran and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Davy DMX 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Cymande,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
Excepter,
Sparks,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
The Searchers,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
Joey Negro,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.