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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Blake Baxter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
Unwound,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
The United States of America,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Move,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Arthur Verocai,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
Josef K,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.