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 Benin and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DNA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
PIL,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
Cameo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
Crime,
Dual Sessions,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.