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 Algeria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 FM Einheit to the grunge 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.