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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rock 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
Little Man,
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sugar Minott,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
These Immortal Souls,
Bush Tetras,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
the Normal,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Crime,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.