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 Turkey and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '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 Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
Interpol,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
UT,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
New Order,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delta 5,
Nico,
Lalann,
Marmalade,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.