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 St Lucia 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 1964 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 Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fortunes to the funk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
MDC,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne,
Prince Buster,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
Grauzone,
Cymande,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
Sarah Menescal,
Pole,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.