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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Scion,
MDC,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
cv313,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cure,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
Loose Ends,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.