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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Half Japanese to the electroclash 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABC,
The Smoke,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
The Birthday Party,
10cc,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Smog,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cameo,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.