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 Angola and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Ituana,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brand Nubian,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
Kayak,
Gong,
The Stooges,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cluster,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.