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 Japan and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Harry Pussy 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
Can,
DNA,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
Ornette Coleman,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.