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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 James Chance & The Contortions to the crunk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
Oblivians,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
the Human League,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.