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 Iceland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Visage to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
Graham Central Station,
Mars,
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos,
Pulsallama,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
Newcleus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Audionom,
The Human League,
Swans,
Wire,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camouflage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
The Standells,
Monks,
PIL,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.