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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Althea and Donna to the funk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Oneida,
Urselle,
The Smoke,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
the Slits,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter,
The Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.