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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
MC5,
Nico,
Sun Ra,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Sherman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.