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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 808 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 Altered Images to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
Crime,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
AZ,
The Doors,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.