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 the UAE and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 The Durutti Column to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Lynne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
the Human League,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.