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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Vogues to the punk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
the Germs,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
Blancmange,
Faust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
The Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.