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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric B and Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
MC5,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
Motorama,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
Zapp,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.