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 Dominica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Y Pants,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Vladislav Delay,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
Panda Bear,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.