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 Uzbekistan and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Black Flag to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
Funkadelic,
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warsaw,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.