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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
Hashim,
Yazoo,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
The Smiths,
Smog,
The Gories,
Wings,
Harmonia,
The Cure,
The Toasters,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
Tom Boy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
Niagra,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.