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 Jordan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 F. McDonald to the punk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
Albert Ayler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
Colin Newman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
Brick,
Swell Maps,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.