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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 The Trojans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
Magazine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Fluxion,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
the Germs,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.