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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Victims to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Brick,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
The Fuzztones,
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
Alison Limerick,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Icehouse,
MC5,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
The New Christs,
The American Breed,
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
Audionom,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.