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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Shoche,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
The Fall,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.