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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Quantec to the electroclash 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls 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 grunge 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
DNA,
Television Personalities,
Simply Red,
Surgeon,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Malaria!,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
PIL,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ornette Coleman,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.