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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Sonic Youth to the grunge 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Camberwell Now,
Boredoms,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
The American Breed,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
Chrome,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.