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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flesh Eaters to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
Magma,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
Brick,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
the Soft Cell,
Lyres,
John Cale,
Main Source,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.