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 Singapore and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 The Smoke to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Smooth,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
Index,
The Wake,
Niagra,
the Normal,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.