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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Howard Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro 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?
K-Klass,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Dawn Penn,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.