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 France and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Drexciya to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
The Slits,
CMW,
Sun Ra,
Nico,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Negative Approach,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
Todd Rundgren,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
The Birthday Party,
Cheater Slicks,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
Motorama,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.