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 Brazil and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Model 500 to the jazz 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
Yaz,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
Neu!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skriet,
Gang Starr,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
Ossler,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Josef K,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.