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 Djibouti and from London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Smiths to the electroclash 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sound,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Alton Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Parry Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Juan Atkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
The Associates,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.